I think I broke my funny bone.

When I first started this blog this time last year, I had great expectations.
I imagined a throng of fans, people all over the world just waiting at their computer for my next blog, because they were that anxious to read about the quirky new habit my son picked up, my latest weekend out, or whatever random thing crossed my mind.

In reality, the only people reading my blog were people that were already my friends on Myspace.

Ouch.

I guess on the bright side, I was getting comments and replies about how much my friends and family enjoyed reading my blogs and how funny I was, but it just wasn't enough. I got discouraged, and I was ready to give up. I couldn't think of funny things to write about anymore... things in my life just didn't seem interesting enough for me to expect people to take 7 minutes to sit down and read about them. The blogging tapered off, and eventually stopped completely. You can see from the archive on this blog, I haven't written since January.

It was about the time that my blogging became less frequent that I also met Steve.
I guess I could blame him for my not blogging, but that wouldn't be very fair! Especially considering he's asked me on multiple occasions why I don't blog anymore. He has also told me once or twice that I've lost my sense of humor - Mind you, he came to this conclusion based solely on the fact that I don't laugh at things on TV that crack him up, and I don't always get his jokes....

But what if he's right? What if I've lost my sense of humor? What if I'm not funny anymore? I have almost been afraid to start blogging again because of this. I have read through some of the things I wrote last year, and not to brag on myself, but yes... I was funny (part of the time). There are clever little quips that I've re-read multiple times simply because I can't believe those were my words. I am definitely not that funny anymore.

Hopefully I'm just a little out of practice, and after a few boring blogs (like this one) I'll find my niche again.... And hopefully, you don't give up on me before then =/

My first crush

The other day while avoiding getting ready for work, I started filling out bulletin surveys.

I started with a survey that asked "100 truths" of yourself. I answered a few easy questions first, and then I came to a question that asked "who was your first crush?"

I started to type in a couple of the boys from my kindergarten class and then changed my mind... that's pretty cheesy, I thought... who was my first crush anyways?

I decided I didn't like the question, so I cleared the entired bulletin and found a different survey to fill out.

After putting some deep thought into it, I am feeling compelled to answer the one stupid question that I had avoided.

Who was my first crush?

I was about 5 years old, the perfect age for a first crush. Our country was at war... so our television was set on CNN a lot of the time. My mother had her favorite news reporter, and I guess I felt I needed to have a favorite as well.

And so I chose my first crush....

Wolf Blitzer.



Yes, I was five years old. He was fourty-two....

and so began my obsession with older men...

Honestly, I really don't think I thought he was attractive. I was five years old... I am sure I chose him to be my crush because his name was Wolf. Not only is it quite possibly the coolest name ever, but it was easy for a five year old to remember.

So, now that I've spilled the beans.... share with me - who was your first crush?

Indian Giver

To donate, by dictionary.com's definition, is to "present as a gift, grant, or contribution." The same source dubs a donation as "a voluntary gift."

While browsing through yahoo news, an interesting title caught my eye.

"Man who donated kidney to wife wants it back in divorce."

It baffles me that this man is being taken seriously. He is asking for the kidney to be returned or he wants restitution for it, which is an estimated 1.5 million dollars.

If I donated clothes to the salvation army and later saw someone wearing my old sweater, would I approach that person and ask that they either give my sweater back, or reimburse me for it?? Hell no, I wouldn't.

Just like I wouldn't donate at a blood drive, and then ask the American Red Cross for my blood back.

It's like giving someone a Christmas present and then saying "By the way, you owe me twenty bucks for that"

Talking about his ex wife cheating on him, he says "there's no deeper pain that you can ever express..."

How about the pain of slicing this woman's body open and removing the kidney that was a gift to her? The suffering she'll endure while waiting for a new kidney?

I am fairly certain that taking back his kidney won't make this man any less bitter about his wife's affair, and I think his request is obtuse and should be disregarded in court.